Gift or Torment??

In the head it’s like a war

The cause of war I can’t explain

Up and down it pounds and beats

And leaves no trace of how to resolve

It drags the feet to time and places

It gives no reason for where it takes

It sways and swerves and yet returns

The faintest clues it flashes at random

The hands and head it puts in dispute

The one it sets to wander eastwards

The other, westward it makes its trail

And soon they meet at the junction of nowhere

In the heart it speaks in the lightest voice

A tongue so queer to comprehend

And yet it says over and over again

With the pace of heart its rhythmic beat

It scratches, it tears, and it pushes and pulls

Voicelessly it shouts with a deafening sound

Effortlessly it eats up the mind to nought

And yet its reason it keeps obscured.

Like a spirit it possesses and owns

And gives no reasons for actions and deeds

Like a driver it wheels at will

To roads and corners that pleases the journey

In the dark it lights up and illumines

And beams on paths it wishes to straighten

And at last the pieces are picked

And put in place to make some sense

Could this be a gift or torment?

A torment of gift or gift of torment

I look to my ink and ask my question

And on my paper it throws it back at me

The muse of an art they call a gift

But to the bearer a torment in disguise

And so I draw my pen to write

For the war in my head my pen alone can end.